March 2012
“To touch something real,
Will help your wounds heal,
Like the sun on your...”
February 2012
devil music: never stop running suicide is bullshit believe in who you are you are worth it take no one's shit okay you are amazing
accepted music: you a stupid hoe i get high yeah i smoke weed so what fuck the haters i is who i is you can't control me
I fucking hate feelings. I wish I didn’t have any. I’m so sick of being hurt. I want to move away, this is a fucking ghost town. I want to go with you.
shaking and crying. perfect way to be before bed
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A lot of the time Instead of getting ready for bed I just sit here because I’m genuinely too lazy to get up and get ready for bed. :|
merrrr. I hate not having a lot of money. I hate being so fucking tired. I’m sick of feeling bad. I just want more…moments you know? blah blah blah.
Anonymous asked: dear ex best friend & dear boy-friend
